[ he had to have some nickname if klavier can't call him a goth. and he can be a goth turtle—he should just know that klavier is going to call him out on it.

when he's in a better position, anyway. yeah, this will be plenty of fun. he's starting to really feel the heat burning beneath his collar, a flush building in his cheeks. he lowers his chin and sets his hand lightly on his forehead; he doesn't feel a fever, but he knows his heart rate is rising and his breath feels a little more stifled. he swallows hard. ]

Perhaps. There was a jellyfish here, but I didn't feel a sting from it. Still, I...

[ no, he's felt this before. a small thrill skips up his spine, and he knows where all of his blood is headed. he turns suddenly towards the edge of the water, looking away from noct as he starts walking towards the shore. he's lowering his jacket down over the front of his pants. ]

I'm all right. [ he insists on it, despite his hands curling into fists. this is beyond embarrassing. he's sort of been warned about things like this happening, but he didn't think it was real. he stumbles a little in the water, but he catches himself. ] I... believe I might've overstayed my welcome.

[ just gonna. get to the nearest empty lean-to and find a way to rub one out!!! ]